Last Thursday was a busy day.
I had lunch with Taurean at Earl Biddy's on Murray Street, followed by watching Norman eat lunch at Flavors Cafe on Broadway and finally hauled ass to midtown to enjoy a snack in the DPW cafeteria with Ester who is preggers. Clearly I was a bit late to work but not late enough to get in any trouble.
Taurean was excited for his trip north with the new woman in his life. He recently came out of a broken engagement with a heart full of pain and a mind full of anguish but it's all seemingly in the past as he forges ahead. I am always impressed by the resilience people showcase when it comes to love. It makes me wonder if I am fundamentally broken in my inability to rebound with the speed and tenacity all around me.
Norman related to me tales of joy tinged in woe. He's been offered a terrific professorial post at USD but having a Jewish mother can only lead to so many guilt-free weeks, so the victory is bittersweet. The far distance he must traverse to make a new life is met with more sorrow than joy by the close-knit family he described as "a many headed beast that bites and hugs all at once." I couldn't get over how similar that was to Indian families, I guess that explains why so many Judeo-Indo weddings occur in the tri-state. My mother being no exception.
Additionally, he's participating in a triathalon which involves training. He's been joining his fiancee at the gym every morning. It's amazing the things we will do for love. Inherently, he wants to get back in shape and maintain a healthy lifestyle but it is her influence alone that could bring about such a seismic shift in him. Kudos to her and salutions to Norman!
Ester's bump is not much more than that but she was aglow despite her self-professed lack of glow. I'm so impressed with her. She supports her mother and grandmother who are in residence at the dawn of another generation joining their ranks. Her husband who she actually and actively calls "Hottie" is a strapping Italian who works in fashion and isn't even remotely metrosexual--very Euro though. I only had 25minutes to spare because I'd run so late on my earlier reunions but it was time well spent. As she munched on her olive oil drizzled lettuce and chomped on what looked to be rather firm bread, I fell a little bit in love with this future mother. She exudes a warm that is colored by tolerance and highlighted by openness. It's the very definition of maternal I ascribe to--despite my lack of baby having/wanting ways--and it made me grateful to have met such a woman in my generation. Her Peruvian-Italian baby has the best future ahead of him/her.
This Thursday I plan to meet with my pink haired librarian friend, Gemma, and reuniting with Norman for what I hope will become a weekly coffee date as long as my schedule remains thus.
February 24, 2009
February 20, 2009
Jack
Last night, I was at Greenwich Treehouse post work with Jo, Tommy, Reba (T's sis), and Tessie (T's ex) because Devon (T's cousin) was bartending.
Tom made the mistake of blurting out my new obsession with shooting Jack Daniels. Now, I think that's an overstatement but as of Monday night I have switched allegiances from vodka to whiskey....or bourbon in this case. So, in the name of all that is holy (10 years of committed vodka-rific drinking)I am now onto man-cohol. I've always held that hard drinking old men sip in the whiskey/scotch/bourbon realm of booze. To say I have joined them is an understatement.
Digression aside, Devon decided to ensure I follow on the path to liver failure in top form. He poured me an array of aforementioned alcohol ranging from Wild Turkey (yikes) to Crown Royal (aigh) to Canadian Rye (he called it The Bullet). It was a veritable tasting tournament until the owner of the bar decided we all needed to play Wii.
Wii Bowling to be specific. As with real bowling, I sucked initially but after some targeted coaching I beat Tommy. Devon and Tessie, whom D coached, were far ahead of us but I felt I was legitimately the most improved. I could never beat Tom in REAL bowling, but Wii bowling is a different matter entirely.
Tom made the mistake of blurting out my new obsession with shooting Jack Daniels. Now, I think that's an overstatement but as of Monday night I have switched allegiances from vodka to whiskey....or bourbon in this case. So, in the name of all that is holy (10 years of committed vodka-rific drinking)I am now onto man-cohol. I've always held that hard drinking old men sip in the whiskey/scotch/bourbon realm of booze. To say I have joined them is an understatement.
Digression aside, Devon decided to ensure I follow on the path to liver failure in top form. He poured me an array of aforementioned alcohol ranging from Wild Turkey (yikes) to Crown Royal (aigh) to Canadian Rye (he called it The Bullet). It was a veritable tasting tournament until the owner of the bar decided we all needed to play Wii.
Wii Bowling to be specific. As with real bowling, I sucked initially but after some targeted coaching I beat Tommy. Devon and Tessie, whom D coached, were far ahead of us but I felt I was legitimately the most improved. I could never beat Tom in REAL bowling, but Wii bowling is a different matter entirely.
Dunst Bucks
Check out this Perez Hilton Post on Kirsten Dunst!
Tommy and I were at the bar while this happened. I can vouch for the fact that K.D is not friendly. I can also say that she ROCKS at Buck Hunter. The guy in the pic next to her befriended Tommy and I. He was out with his gf (who snapped the shot) and cousin (whose wife just gave birth to their first kid yesterday)--we're all facebook friends now. Well, except Kirsten, of course.
I don't want to climb aboard the wagon of people posting bitchy comments about her, BUT any chance to be vicious must be capitalized upon: She is a plain Jane who could easily puff up into a mid-western famer's daughter but due to a drug habit maintains her physique. Other than Virgin Suicides--which I loved more for Josh Hartnett & Sofia Coppola's direction--she hasn't made a decent movie, um, EVER. She blew in Spiderman. She tried in Interview with the Vampire...but apparently at 11 she was kissing Brad Pitt: so I will give her props for that. Boo Kirsten Dunst.
Tommy and I were at the bar while this happened. I can vouch for the fact that K.D is not friendly. I can also say that she ROCKS at Buck Hunter. The guy in the pic next to her befriended Tommy and I. He was out with his gf (who snapped the shot) and cousin (whose wife just gave birth to their first kid yesterday)--we're all facebook friends now. Well, except Kirsten, of course.
I don't want to climb aboard the wagon of people posting bitchy comments about her, BUT any chance to be vicious must be capitalized upon: She is a plain Jane who could easily puff up into a mid-western famer's daughter but due to a drug habit maintains her physique. Other than Virgin Suicides--which I loved more for Josh Hartnett & Sofia Coppola's direction--she hasn't made a decent movie, um, EVER. She blew in Spiderman. She tried in Interview with the Vampire...but apparently at 11 she was kissing Brad Pitt: so I will give her props for that. Boo Kirsten Dunst.
February 16, 2009
Z y Mi
February 15, 2009
February 12, 2009
Crossroads Redux
A few short months ago, I had posted a series of options I planned to actualize on for the Fall semester--despite no longer being a student--now that the Spring semester, despite the winter weather, is upon us I'm back in that boat.
Last year, didn't turn out according to plan. While this year just kicked off, it appears to be following suit.
So far, zero interviews for grad school...which can only mean 6 rejections await me in late March. Sigh.
This means the life plan needs re-evaluation, AGAIN...I can't spend another year waiting for renewal. Boo.
Given the zero income of my research jobs at Mt. Sinai and Columbia those are amidst the famed Vicious quit. Additionally, their purpose was to boost me in the esteem of graduate school admissions council members--a failed attempt!
The test prep job is staying steady but the incoming flow isn't keeping me afloat, so I need a second job that pays more. If I was being smart, I'd quit for a full-time job, but I love working here. Being overqualified suits me, not to mention my love for the co-workers--it's a rare joy. Plus my flexible hours are unbeatable.
In the search for second jobs, I'm considering a life of tutoring. That $120K college degree has GOT to be worth some cred on the SAT circuit. So an effort is being made to actualize on another part-time flex job dream.
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In other news, Ditha (my desi actress roomie circa 2003) is moving to LA in August. In the name of redux I applied to Teach for America in LA. So I can spend my 30s rooming with my 20s roomie in the city of angels. At least that's one majorly changed life course.
Another option is to find a job in San Francisco and convince Special K to move in with Luckey and I. She's already eager to break out of her lease so it wouldn't take much convincing.
The final and likely most plausible is to start up my MA in Psychoanalysis in NYC whilst continuing the test prep job in addition to a teaching post to accrue a stable income.
Last year, didn't turn out according to plan. While this year just kicked off, it appears to be following suit.
So far, zero interviews for grad school...which can only mean 6 rejections await me in late March. Sigh.
This means the life plan needs re-evaluation, AGAIN...I can't spend another year waiting for renewal. Boo.
Given the zero income of my research jobs at Mt. Sinai and Columbia those are amidst the famed Vicious quit. Additionally, their purpose was to boost me in the esteem of graduate school admissions council members--a failed attempt!
The test prep job is staying steady but the incoming flow isn't keeping me afloat, so I need a second job that pays more. If I was being smart, I'd quit for a full-time job, but I love working here. Being overqualified suits me, not to mention my love for the co-workers--it's a rare joy. Plus my flexible hours are unbeatable.
In the search for second jobs, I'm considering a life of tutoring. That $120K college degree has GOT to be worth some cred on the SAT circuit. So an effort is being made to actualize on another part-time flex job dream.
_________________________________________________________________________________
In other news, Ditha (my desi actress roomie circa 2003) is moving to LA in August. In the name of redux I applied to Teach for America in LA. So I can spend my 30s rooming with my 20s roomie in the city of angels. At least that's one majorly changed life course.
Another option is to find a job in San Francisco and convince Special K to move in with Luckey and I. She's already eager to break out of her lease so it wouldn't take much convincing.
The final and likely most plausible is to start up my MA in Psychoanalysis in NYC whilst continuing the test prep job in addition to a teaching post to accrue a stable income.
February 1, 2009
Cricketeer Connects
Today, the cricketeer added me as a friend on Facebook. Figured I should post a pic so you could see for yourself that he is a fine specimen of Indian masculinity.
Tall, lean, cricket-playing, left-hand side driving, enormous sunglass wearing 21-year old hottie who picked ME in a club.
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